I know I really should not miss youBesides, what is there to miss?Well there was that night we sat squeezed onto the cold granite benchToo close for comfort, almost touching andawkwardly keeping a thin veneer between usDragging on the conversation just toshare molecules with you-atoms colliding one more timeYou, telling me that you loved me, past tense and needed me to be your friend, present tenseMe, never receiving any apology You, telling me that you know I was heartbroken, as if I am some crushed daisy you trampled on your way out-a forgotten flowerYou opening your lips only to hersYou, telling me about how hard the break up was with the girl after meYou, telling my mom that your friend died Me, not caring, anymoreYet before the destructive summer nights therewas a time when we did not use our words as weapons insteadthere were nights characterized byYou, picking me up at the station You, holding my hand early morning confessions You, crying into my shoulders while leaning into the realization that the day we will be 900 miles apartis coming toward us at a marathon paceYou, looking at meas if you have never seen another girl beforeMe, loving for the first timeMe, laying my head in your lap, sleeping to the sound of the TV,You, retelling what movie I missed while I was dreaming of our future, Spring afternoons, Sitting with your grandmother and hearing all about her mailman or Drinking a coffee in the rain whiletalking to your mother about collegelaughing with your brother until you came home listening to your cousin try to sell steak knivesknowing all your dreams andthat midnight in the grass under the starswhen I waswiping your tears while you admit that do not believe in ***or even just greeting your dogmeeting your dadsaying goodbye knowing I would say hello in the morningI miss it all the passion, the hurt, the love Melancholy tears your earth ocean eyes that started the fire within me